On Viewing Death
Few times have I peered closely down at death.
The first time I remember fairly well
(looking down at a body with no breath)
would be the viewing of brother Dale.
Disfigured from a crash – his face, a shell -
was not the face of joy we all had known.
His soul to heaven had already flown.
My father’s face last year I looked down on:
a look of plastic – it was not his own!
He too has flown where all live on and on.
Jan. 3, 2019
For Lu Loo's 'How Death Has Affected Me' Poetry Contest
Note: The way I say Dale is like the word Dell, so that is why I use it in the B rhyme scheme part of this Dizain: ABABBCCDCD
(Sorry i could not put much emotion into this, Laura. Death does not affect me terribly hard emotionally because I truly believe we move on to a better place. The loss of DAle when he was still so young affected me because I loved him so much that I missed not being able to reach out to him any more, but I would need more lines to write about that. Thanks for the inspiration!)
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